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Review My Poetry / Prayer before bed What chapters need to be chanted?
« Last post by oker288 on October 14, 2020, 03:53:03 AM »
Hi everybody!
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When I was young, my father took a prayer and went to bed. When I grew up, I didn't pray and now I want to come back to my routine to pray before bed I hope to be a calm, focused and supportive of all things in the future. I see some people who respect and know. I pray for a long time, I want to ask which prayer should I pray before bed

Thank in advance.
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The BlueCat Screenplay Competition, now in its 23rd year, is open for submissions for its 2021 competition. BlueCat remains committed to the undiscovered writer and continues its tradition of providing written analysis on every script submitted.

Final Deadline: October 25th, 2020.
Late Deadline: December 13th, 2020.
Final Resubmission Deadline: February 15th, 2021.

For complete information and submission details, please visit:
https://www.bluecatscreenplay.com/competition/rules-guidelines/

About BlueCat Screenplay Competition

Founded in 1998 by WGA writer Gordy Hoffman, the BlueCat Screenplay Competition continues its mission of developing the undiscovered writer. BlueCat’s winners and finalists have gone on to sign with agencies including ICM, CAA, and WME, with their work sold to several major studios such as Paramount Pictures, Warner Bros., and Universal. BlueCat writers have won awards at Sundance, Berlin, and Tribeca all following their recognition with BlueCat.

BlueCat Alumni

Ana Lily Amirpour (2007 Winner, CAA), writer and director of A GIRL WALKS HOME ALONE AT NIGHT, is slated to direct the remake of CLIFFHANGER produced by Neal Moritz and starring Jason Momoa.

Kimi Lee (2015 Winner) is a staff writer at Amazon Studios for THE EXPATRIATES, produced by Nicole Kidman.

Aaron Guzikowski (2005 Finalist), writer of  PRISONERS and the remake of PAPILLON, is currently working on Ridley Scott’s TV series RAISED BY WOLVES.

Fergal Rock (2011 Fellini Award) recently saw his BlueCat winning script DEPARTURES produced, starring Nina Dobrev and Maisie Williams.
 
Ashleigh Powell (2012 Finalist), wrote Disney’s THE NUTCRACKER AND THE FOUR REALMS, starring Keira Knightley.

Young Il Kim (2006 Winner), recent staff writer on BILLIONS, is writing the adapted screenplay THE RISE OF THEODORE ROOSEVELT, directed by Alex Timbers (MOZART IN THE JUNGLE).

Kateland Brown (2014 Finalist) wrote for Warner Bros. FAMOUS IN LOVE, starring Bella Thorne.
 
Savion Einstein (2014 Joplin Award), recently had her script SUPERFECUNDATION picked up by Sony’s Screen Gems.


AWARDS:
Every script submission will receive a complimentary written analysis.
The Grand Prize Winner will receive $5,000. All scripts submitted (Features, Pilots and Shorts) are eligible.
The Feature Screenplay Winner will receive $2,000.
The Pilot Winner will receive $2,000.
The Short Script Winner will receive $2,000.
The Fellini Award will be awarded to the Best Screenplay from any category (Feature, Pilots or Short) of the 2021 Competition written by a screenwriter residing outside the USA and will receive $1000.


DEADLINES and FEES:
Early Bird Deadline: June 28th, 2020. Feature $50, Pilot $45, Short $35.
Midsummer Deadline: August 9th, 2020. Feature $55, Pilot $50, Short $40.
Regular Deadline: September 13th, 2020. Feature $60, Pilot $55, Short $45.
Final Deadline: October 25th, 2020. Feature Screenplay $70, Pilot $65, Short $55.
Late Deadline: December 13th, 2020. Feature $80, Pilot $75, Short $65.
Final Resubmission Deadline: February 15th, 2021. Feature $50, Pilot $45, Short $35.
Resubmission fees remain the same throughout the competition.

Website: www.bluecatscreenplay.com/
Facebook: www.facebook.com/BlueCatScreenplayCompetition/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlueCatWriters                 
Instagram: www.instagram.com/bluecatwriters/
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Review My Work / M is for Murder (chapter 1)
« Last post by Nat24 on October 13, 2020, 07:06:09 AM »
TW: Mental illnesses and murder
Just a quick note: This is not the first chapter in this story, this is just the one that I would really like some feedback on.

           Felicity woke up early today, her alarm set for seven still an hour behind her. Her mattress groaned as she sat up, rubbing her eyes groggily. She got up and ambled over to her bathroom to take a quick shower, wincing at the cold but enduring through it anyway. She then dressed quickly in a smart white button-down shirt and grey dress pants, then pulled on a matching grey suit. At half-past six, she walked out the door of her rented apartment that looked out over the streets of NYC. 

           Though it was already October, the day so far had been unusually warm, causing Felicity to take off her suit and drape it over her arm as she walked. While normally October would be the time of year that she would gladly wrap herself up in a wool coat, wearing such things in this weather seemed almost unthinkable.

        Unlike usual, she had decided to walk to work this morning in favor of enjoying the rare sunshine that had appeared today through the normal thick layer of clouds. She walked briskly along the bustling streets of the city, dodging flocks of people and the occasional rogue cycler in the more secluded parts of the city. 

           After about 20 minutes of nodding hello’s to people and listening to the loud background noises of the ever turbulent city, she had reached the first precinct police station. The entrance itself was nothing of significate note, with stone walls covering seven stories, quite small for a building close to the heart of the city, and a revolving glass door as the entrance. While the station was not a jaw-dropping, glorious building, they had solved many crimes, many of which were Felicity's doing. 

        When she had left to become a Police Officer her mother had balked at her for a good five minutes. Her father had patted her on the back and wished her good luck. The two times her mother had visited the station from their grand, expensive home in Minnesota she had raised her eyebrows so high they had almost disappeared into her hairline. 

        "Hello, Felicity!" Felicity turned her head sharply at the sound of her name to see Brynlee waving at her. Brynlee was the receptionist for this police station and had been hired around five months earlier. She and Brynlee had an interesting relationship. One moment they would be chatting like long-lost friends and the next would be giving each other glares that could cut through a cement wall.

        She was bright, bubbly, and flirtatious to Felicity's drab, serious, rude, and slightly depressing self. 

        Today, to really emphasize that bubbliness, she was wearing a bright red shirt with a black pencil skirt that clung to her curvy figure, as well as a smart suit of the same color. Along with that, she had also applied a generous amount of dark red lipstick and the same amount of makeup around her eyes. Her dark hair was coiled neatly into an elaborate bun at the nape of her neck.

        "Hi, Brynlee," she responded with a tight smile. Brynlee waved at her and Felicity didn't have the kindness left in her to wave back and continued her walk to the elevator. Unlike most of the other women in the building, Felicity's shoes

        "Felicity," she turned around, ready to glare at another stranger so they would leave her alone when she realized that it was the Captain. 

        "S-sir," stuttering, she bobbed her head slightly in his direction while trying in vain to smooth out the creases in her shirt. He smiled at this and gestured for her to walk through the now open elevator doors. She nodded her thanks and stepped through the doors, the Captain following closely behind her. 

        The elevator, which was covered head to toe in mirrors, reflected her slightly ruffled shirt and pants. In an effort to look professional she lifted her coat off of her arm and shrugged it on. 

        "How is working with Ollie?" He broke the silence, his mouth turned upward in amusement.  

        "Oh, it's fine sir," she paused to straighten out her suit. Arnold himself was wearing a light grey suit which was a noticeable difference from his normal standard black. His dark hair was also styled in his very professional way: slightly pushed back and held in place with gel. 

        There was also a spot of shaving cream on his face, just behind the jaw where he wouldn't be able to see without a spotter. His tie was not as expertly folded and pressed as it normally was, and in his hand where normally a Starbucks cup would have been was an "Avalon" hotel cup, which all suggested that he was sleeping at a hotel, alone, without his wife. 

        Her eyebrow twitched upward at this, but she decided against her better judgment to keep quiet. 

        "Really?" He turned his head to look back at her, who had shoved herself into a corner. "That surprises me."

        "Why is that, sir?" She crept out of her hiding place in the corner, intrigued by what he was about to say. 

        "I hope I don't offend you, but, normally any partner you take on, one of you is normally begging me to move them with someone else," he chuckled a bit at this, and the elevator dinged. He checked his very expensive looking watch and stepped out of the elevator and into the bustling homicide division. Felicity followed closely behind him. 

        Many officers had come in to work early on operations or were just leaving from their nightshift. Felicity, as a detective, had more flexible hours. She was generally only called to work whenever the Captain needed her to. On average, she worked around thirty to forty hours a week, depending on the workload. 

        This morning, there were around forty or so officers opposed to the normal sixty or seventy. Many police officers were sitting at desks with dark bags underneath their eyes while sipping longingly at coffee as if it would solve all their problems. Others who were just getting started with their day were bright and chipper and hurrying around as if the devil was on their heels. 

        "Good morning, Felicity," one officer called out from his desk, which was piled up with folders and coffee cups, a computer peaking out somewhere in the mess. She waved back without glancing at him and continued onto the Captain's office. 

          Despite what many others thought, she was actually not all that cold and rude. Truth be told she would often put on that mask and wear it around comfortably, but she still didn’t exactly enjoy it. Over her years of working with the police, she had developed a mask that fit the task. People listened to her and asked for her to work with them (though not because she had a great personality, she could just solve the crime quickly). It was the attitude that was needed.to get the job done. 

        She passed through the break room on her way to Arnold's office while the sun just starting to shine through the window, casting the whole room in a golden light. She turned a sharp right and was face to face with the Captain door. 

        "Sir," she leaned in towards the door as she knocked. She heard a shuffle and a squeak of a chair and then the door opened. 

        "Felicity," he gestured for her to come inside. He closed the door and walked to where she stood, just next to his desk. "I was actually just going to go find you again." 

        "Oh?" She sat in a leather chair opposite his desk. He plopped down at his swivel chair and began to open and shuffle through drawers. After a little bit of Felicity bouncing her leg against the chair, he curled back up from his hunched position and handed her a photo. 

        The photo showed a woman in her late thirties or early forties looking straight at the camera with eyes that screamed fight or flight. Her wild light brown hair was pulled back into a  double braid that fell across her shoulders. She was wearing a loose shirt with white and blue stripes that looked oddly like pajamas. 

        "You remember Margaret, right?" She nodded and looked over the photo again. "Well, I need you and Ollie to go ask her a few questions." She glanced up at him to see that he had leaned forward in his seat and was looking at her keenly. She squirmed in her seat, slightly uncomfortable with the intensity of his stare. 

        "When would you like us to go?" She asked. 

        "As soon as possible," he leaned back. "Actually, you guys can head over there tomorrow." She nodded again and stood up from her chair. "And Felicity, she can't know about her family," he looked at her with that intense stare again, but this time, she didn't squirm or flinch. 

        "Consider it done."


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Welcome Board - START HERE! / Hello!
« Last post by Nat24 on October 13, 2020, 06:57:07 AM »
Hello! I'm new here.
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All the Write Questions / Publishers
« Last post by oker288 on October 11, 2020, 10:32:31 PM »
Hi everyone!
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Like most here I'm trying to find a publisher for my book. But I have a question.
Are there any publishers that I need to avoid? Like somebody that might steal my manuscript or rip me off?
I'm new to the writing world, so my own ignorance could possibly be my undoing.

Thank in advance.
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The Writers Circle / How to write a book?
« Last post by oker288 on October 11, 2020, 12:39:03 AM »
Hi everyone!
https://www.slotsreview.games/
To write a book A novel, how to do it

Thank in advance.
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The Gallery / Thoughts
« Last post by JTetstone on October 10, 2020, 08:08:25 AM »

Time does not stop with the ending of a storm
when a baby is born or just because we want it
to.
In time clouds form preparing for a storm....
In time we each are born and placed in another's
arms.
In time we grow to be the reflection of time's toll
on our life and soul.
Yet, time is not to blame for who, after birth, we
came to be.
In time we live with time-and with time,from time,
we learn the things that life holds in secret until
we enter in; our future waits for time to pass
so the future can be created by the times of old-
to hold the best and worst of who we are - as our life
in time draws closer to its end.

Time was before we were born
and will be life's moving force
long after we are gone.
8:26am Oct 7,2020

As we grow thus we become
the seeds of life yet to come. jt

When times are darkest, lights shining
from afar touch us and seem much closer than
they are.

Let your lamp of human kindness
light up the world around you
and the love that fills your heart
shine through...
for the world is in need of the love
that feeds the world through you.

Let yesterdays rest in peace for all
in them were created by your presents
passing through.
Long not for what might have been
strive to obtain those things worthy of
your love and care.
8:46am Oct 7, 2020
-Jan Tetstone
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The Writers Circle / Re: Big and Small Writing Assignments
« Last post by HPvD on October 10, 2020, 04:09:51 AM »
Yes, thinking about communicating a thought,
is something you can also practice with many other types of daily writing,

Like for example Writing emails, Post- or Greeting Card Messages, Blog posts, Blog Comments/replies, Twitter Tweets or Journal writing. etc.





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Thanks for your reply, indeed there probably will also be - Creativity - involved
in resume writing....,

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